Monday, May 18, 2015

Monday, May 18, 2015

John 3:8

The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.

Spirit born

Spirit blest,
You never rest
‘till billions feel
your life in all
the great and small,
high limbs above,
the cardinal call
and fall of rain,
all echoes your name.

Is there a place
where you are not?
I know of none,
yet there are some
of greater grace
their eyes alight
their face more bright
their beauty flows
awakening soul
‘till finally I see
this Love …
who knows me.

Pr. David L. Miller